I'm tired of drawing songs on empty pages
Sculpting obscure figures of porcelain,
Forget about my life,living for ages
It doesn't mean a thing...it's all in vain.
Whose mind used to be open to new things?
Whose love was everytime easy forgotten?
Should everybody have a power ring,
Whose evil lord by men and elfs is gotten?
What happened to the music we believed in?
Where are our idols?here we are,their fans.
Believing in a world that has no future,
Believing in some people with no plans.
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